The flesh was never intended for trade;
A commodity at an auction,
Set for the highest bidder.

Intertwined in flesh and bone,
Does the real ‘you’ get mauled
And molested by paws as you groan
And moan in faked delight?

I wonder if poverty alone
Could set millions below that critical line of indecency?

‘College fees and lifestyle’
That’s what you claim as necessities for the trade off.

I wonder if you could sell your soul,
What would be the asking price?